♠️𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊|| Kokichi Oma x Male Reader

♠️001||Welcome to the Ultimate Academy♠️

A/N: I'm finally getting around to rewriting this story after a good two years since I dropped the project. Have fun revisiting my work if you're a returning reader! I've long since improved my writing skills, so I hope you enjoy the revised project. 

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Y/N stirred in his sleep, suddenly feeling a sharp, shooting pain in his nose as his face collided with the floor's cold, hard wooden tiles. The ground was uncomfortably cold, having an almost earthy, musky scent that was nothing like the typical cleanliness the boy was used to. The smell of mildew made him feel vaguely sick to the stomach, but he ultimately pushed past his nausea.

He let out a soft groan as his eyes slowly cracked open, adjusting to the sudden brightness of the room. The fluorescent lights made his head throb, and he suddenly became all the more aware of how sore his body was from the fall. He slowly pushed himself up off the ground, holding his now throbbing nose and gently rubbing it as he looked around.

"Ah, geez! I knew there would be somebody else in there... I told you to open it carefully! Focus!"

"I-I'm sorry! I tried to catch him..."

Y/N looked up at the source of the voices. He was met with the sight of a lanky, navy-haired boy as well as a blonde girl who was scolding him like an angry mother to their disobedient child.

The boy was wearing a black baseball cap, which emphasized the anxious, almost shy expression on his face. It was hard to pinpoint whether his dark under eyes were from makeup or a lack of sleep, but he looked exhausted, nonetheless.

He also wore a dark gray, pinstriped blazer, and matching pants; clean apparel despite it being a uniform of some kind. His clothing made him seem like he'd be prim and proper, yet his nervous expression spoke completely otherwise.

As for the girl, she had music note hair clips pinning back her straight, shoulder-length hair. However, despite the neatly kept state of her hair, she had a cowlick that stood up on the top of her head. Y/N mentally noted the way it moved when she spoke.

She wore a white button-up dress shirt with a pink sweater vest over it, as well as an orange tie. There was a backpack slung haphazardly over her shoulders and she wore a purple skirt which had a music staff pattern on it. It looked like some sort of student outfit, although she seemed to have added her own personal flair into the mix, especially with the music motif. Was she some sort of musician?

Y/N took in the sight of them one last time, before shaking his head to regain his focus. "...Catch me?" He asked, trying to gather his bearings. What were those two on about, anyway?

The girl turned towards Y/N once she heard him speak up, a sheepish expression on her face. "Ah, I'm sorry! Are you okay? We were just looking around and... Ah, well... He opened that locker you were sleeping in and you kind of just... Fell out of it."